15 An oracle concerning Moab.
    Because Ar is laid waste in a night
    Moab is undone;
because Kir is laid waste in a night
    Moab is undone.
² The daughter of Dibon^[a] has gone up
    to the high places to weep;
over Nebo and over Med′eba
    Moab wails.
On every head is baldness,
    every beard is shorn;
³ in the streets they gird on sackcloth;
    on the housetops and in the squares
    every one wails and melts in tears.
⁴ Heshbon and Ele-a′leh cry out,
    their voice is heard as far as Jahaz;
therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud;
    his soul trembles.
⁵ My heart cries out for Moab;
    his fugitives flee to Zo′ar,
    to Eg′lath-shelish′iyah.
For at the ascent of Luhith
    they go up weeping;
on the road to Horona′im
    they raise a cry of destruction;
⁶ the waters of Nimrim
    are a desolation;
the grass is withered, the new growth fails,
    the verdure is no more.
⁷ Therefore the abundance they have gained
    and what they have laid up
they carry away
    over the Brook of the Willows.
⁸ For a cry has gone
    round the land of Moab;
the wailing reaches to Egla′im,
    the wailing reaches to Beer-e′lim.
⁹ For the waters of Dibon^[b] are full of blood;
    yet I will bring upon Dibon^[c] even more,
a lion for those of Moab who escape,
    for the remnant of the land.